Returning from my wife’s family reunion I navigated the crowded highways back home and mused over the events of the past several days. It was a wonderful few days with Mary’s relatives even with my lack of social skills I am always made to feel like part of the family.
At past reunions I recall listening to my in-laws tell story after hilarious story and laughing so hard and so long my sides would hurt for days.
But this reunion was different. It seems all the best storytellers have either passed away or have failing memories, faulty hearing and walking canes.
The best storyteller of all was missing…my beloved mother in law…affectionately known as “Big Red”. May she rest in peace. Now, my generation has entered the autumn of our lives.
I was a little saddened as I hobbled my way from the car into the house. It was a stark reminder that my time is limited…but I’m thankful for all the many years of Owen family reunions that I have been so blessed to attend.
May Our Lord, Jesus Christ, watch over the Owen family and all their children and children’s children for generations to come.
Amen.
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